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- Vicc Jaiswal sometimes you gotta sing the lullabye and put it to bed, I need a headrest so i could let my head rest--a global fest -- of constant conquest without any consequence..but the wise realize with blurry eyes ..like winding train tracks life goes through different stations, man sometimes you got a wait a minute and catch up with, patience...i know my truth on the other side of the door, emulate 11th century poets named Troubadour, i don't have to be hardcore with my metaphor, i dont need no simile, hyperbole or an allegory, but if you want an analogy--man just call me the matador -- yeah in the center of the ring yeah with a red cloth --bulls be going down with their eyes crossed-- its not the man who goes down first but the one's who stay down that are lost--through mazes--man believe me the race is long -- stay on through the phases -- traces of your seeds --inhale exhale breathe to breed, forget the wants and focus on the needs---and through actions you lay down the foundations of your creed...(unedited ---crap---but i thought i just pick up your flow ...lol) -- cheers man that stuff is nice...
- Raja Shah PEACE! I’ll rock out with the build p.o.w.’er: the creator’s creation is nature *perfect* – there is no add on, my jewels instigated that which is within you – you just lit up and started ur own cyph – that don’t mean we can’t build though - if you dealing with equality, then let’s go, catch up cuz, the G is already manifesting yo… First know the ledge, my wealth isn't reflected in the lack of jewels I wear – it’s in the jewels I drop... Never scramble or climb on anyone’s back, I’m always righteous catching my brethren’s back. The lies and dreams they sell about white purity just doesn't appeal to me, my understandings are ether – deep black. Like Krishna, I advise you Arjun – that if you aspire to a culture reflecting truth, then the angles of your square will be sharp soon - like a can top – cut ‘em like ‘tic tac toe’ – let the righteous cypha destroy the mystery of the unknown... You dig? Let’s build. We never sing a lullaby and put it to bed – we analyze it mathematically and create. You can rest your head when your physical dies, for now your conquest is your ‘self’ and this here is where the consequence lies. I’m feeling the analogy of the circular train and the matador – true indeed about the wants and needs but would suggest reading on the influence of the Black Moors with the Troubadours and also say that the truth isn’t behind no door - its you – figuring that out is really on you…
